Normally, Zong Luo wouldn’t dare to touch the dragon robe, let alone pull it.
Before this, he had already decided that he would kneel down and apologize at the first sight of Emperor Yuan.
However, he didn’t know if it was because he was about to confess everything, or because Yu Beizhou had just told him that Emperor Yuan had died because of him in his previous life. The pain of these many days suddenly erupted, mixed with some indescribable grievances. This made Zong Luo subconsciously reach out and make such a presumptuous and overstepping move.
All the servants in the main hall held their breath and were silent, not daring to say a word.
Even Yuan Jia, who was standing by, widened his eyes, obviously not expecting the Third Prince to do such a thing.
Everyone knew that the emperor’s dragon robe was equivalent to the dragon’s reverse scale. Especially for Emperor Yuan, who didn’t like others to easily get close to him, touching it would undoubtedly be a capital crime.
“What say? What else do you want to say to Zhen?”
However, Emperor Yuan directly ignored this matter, his face still full of anger. “You go out to fight a war, and your hair becomes like this, even worse than Zhen, where is the imperial physician?! Where is the Great Witch?!”
He was right.
Zong Luo’s hair was pure white, but Emperor Yuan’s hair was still black. From a distance, it was really hard to tell who was the young man and who was the old man with frosty hair.
For Zong Luo, the things he experienced in these few months were even more than what he had experienced in the past few decades. However, for Emperor Yuan, it was his third son who went out to fight a war. It was only four or five months. When he left, his hair was still black, but when he came back, it turned white. How could he not be both shocked and angry?
After Emperor Yuan gave the order, the Great Witch walked in front of him with his bone staff.
The obscure, complex, and awkward spell was recited from his mouth. Zong Luo could feel that the small hole dug on the hideous ghost face, this mysterious Great Witch was looking at him with deep meaning, without any emotion.
If it were normal, he, who was always keen, would definitely be able to detect something from this scrutinizing gaze.
However, he couldn’t say a word now.
In a daze, Zong Luo felt as if his eyes were also covered with a layer of white film.
He just wanted to speak, to tell Emperor Yuan that he wanted to say something alone, but he found that his brain was dizzy, his limbs were weak, and even lifting his eyelids was difficult.
In a daze, the hoarse and unpleasant voice of the Great Witch came. “Turning white overnight is beyond ordinary people. The Third Prince has a heart disease. Perhaps it’s the side effect of the pill restoring his eyesight. This has caused great damage to his body and needs careful recuperation, otherwise, it may leave sequelae.”
Someone supported him.
After a long time, the voice of the imperial physician also came from behind. “Yes, Your Majesty, no matter why the Third Highness is like this, the damage to his body is real.”
The emperor’s cold and stern voice sounded. “Go and summon Mu Yuanlong!”
“After the battle of Yu Country, there must be things Zhen doesn’t know.” Emperor Yuan gritted his teeth. “If Lord Wu An did some tricks, Zhen would definitely drag him out and whip his corpse! Thousands of cuts, death is not a pity!”
After that, Zong Luo could no longer hear.
He fell into a coma.
When he woke up again, he saw the curtains of Yuchun Palace.
As his consciousness gradually returned, everything that had happened in the Great Witch Temple gradually came back to him.
Zong Luo felt extremely dry in his throat, propped up half of his body to get up, just about to speak, when an early waiting eunuch handed him a bowl of witch medicine. “Your Highness.”
Zong Luo: “……”
His throat was on fire now, he had to drink even if he didn’t want to. Obviously, it was not the time to care about this.
So he pinched his nose, drank it all in one breath, and then asked hoarsely. “Where is His Majesty?”
The chief steward of Yuchun Palace hurriedly whispered. “In response to Your Highness, His Majesty is in the Great Witch Temple.”
Why would Emperor Yuan still be in the Great Witch Temple?
Zong Luo reached out his hand, pressed his forehead, and heard the chief steward say, “Your Highness, after the Great Witch cast the spell, you have been in a coma for four days. The old imperial physician had already ordered that sleeping for a long time is a sign that the body is automatically adjusting, you must get up slowly.”
Four days?! Isn’t the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony tomorrow?
Zong Luo was shocked and struggled to get up.
Sure enough, in the bronze mirror, his hair color had faded from the unhealthy pale white of before, and instead was moving towards silver-white. His complexion had also improved a lot, he was no longer as haggard as before, and his face was a bit more rosy.
Just then, hearing him wake up, the medical sage rushed over with his medical box, and as soon as he arrived, he scolded. “You have really made yourself sick!”
These few days, Zong Luo was indeed put to sleep by the Great Witch’s spell, and he slept soundly. The medical sage and the imperial physicians of the Imperial Medical Courtyard were miserable. Since Zong Luo fell asleep, they haven’t had a good day. First, they were summoned by Emperor Yuan, and then they had to check carefully.
The most important thing was that the check was fine, the problem was that the Third Prince clearly had a heart disease. There was no cure. They were also helpless, without any means. They could only cooperate and make some supplements. To make up for the loss on the body from turning white overnight.
The medical sage had previously cooperated with Zong Luo to cover up, knowing that this patient was not sick, turning a blind eye, but now it’s good, he had made himself sick. If the medical sage were to make a list of the least cooperative patients, Zong Luo would definitely be the first.
Seeing this man with white hair, the medical sage couldn’t say much.
Zong Luo smiled bitterly. “Thank you.”
He didn’t ask whether his body was okay or not, quickly dressed, and made a move to go out.
The medical sage stopped him. “Your illness, whether it’s the Great Witch or the imperial physician, they can’t cure it. Only you can solve it, understand?”
“I understand.” Zong Luo nodded solemnly.
Although the eunuchs had received the Emperor Yuan’s orders, they still seemed to want to persuade the Third Prince to rest, but since the medical sage didn’t say anything, they naturally didn’t dare to say more.
Zong Luo led Zhao Yebai and headed to the Third Prince’s Mansion first.
Tomorrow was the Witch Sacrificial Festival, the entire Imperial City would be on high alert, entering a state of martial law. Everywhere there would be garrison guards checking.
In the Prince’s Mansion, Steward Liao came at the sound, looking puzzled. “Your Highness, how come you are back from the palace?”
Earlier they had received news that His Highness’s white hair was a side effect of restoring his eyesight, thus they didn’t ask further.
